Chapter 1063 Production

Irene was sitting by the stove, reading books. When she heard Yi'er and Yu'er say this, she raised her head and smiled. Then she pulled Yi'er and Yu'er to her and put their cold hands by the stove to warm them. Roasting.

"That all requires internal strength. Internal strength is different from brute strength. You are still young. As long as you practice martial arts well, you can do it when you grow up." Irene rubbed Yu'er's little hand very gently. said.

"Queen mother, let's go practice." Yu'er and Yi'er were so shocked by Irene's words that their eyes lit up, as if they could be as powerful as Ning Zheyan in the next second.

Irene just smiled. Ning Zheyan couldn't practice martial arts due to physical reasons, so he could only practice these hidden weapons and internal strength. Therefore, it would be difficult for Yi'er and Yu'er to reach Ning Zheyan's level.

I'm afraid Mu Jin and Ning Zheyan can't compare. After all, Ning Zheyan spends much more time on hidden weapons than Mu Jin.

Suddenly Irene felt a pain in her stomach, and her face suddenly changed. Then Irene immediately realized that the child in her belly was about to be born.

Mu Jin, who was in court, heard the news that Irene was giving birth, and immediately announced his withdrawal from the court, leaving the stunned ministers behind and headed straight to Weiyang Palace.

At this time, Weiyang Palace was undoubtedly not the most flustered and nervous. The midwife Wen Po and the nanny who delivered the baby had already received her into the palace three months ago.

"Mother, please work harder..." Po Wen said to Irene on the bed. It was ice and snow outside, but the bedroom was filled with many stoves for heating.

At this time, Mrs. Wen, who was delivering Irene, was sweating profusely and her sleeves were rolled up high.

A whole morning has passed, but there is still no sign of the child being born.

The palace maids brought out basins of blood one after another, making Mu Jin who was waiting outside even more anxious. She wanted to rush in several times, but was stopped by the palace officials every time.

"Ah..." Irene never thought that this last child would be more difficult than giving birth to her first child.

"Mother, you must persevere." Another stable woman encouraged Irene while wiping the sweat from her face, and then immediately shouted to the outside: "Ginseng soup, ginseng soup, hurry up and get the ginseng soup." Here comes the soup.”

Erin also wanted to persevere, but it had been a whole morning and she really had no strength at all.

When Po Wen brought the ginseng soup to her mouth, Irene even forced herself to drink the ginseng soup.

"Come, empress, let's rest for a while, take a deep breath, take a deep breath." Po Wen saw that Irene's face was frighteningly pale, and her clothes were all soaked with sweat, and she was even more nervous than Irene.

If this child cannot be born, or if there is something wrong with the mother, I am afraid that no one in this room will survive.

The two stable women on the other side saw that the child's head was still not coming out, and they were even more anxious and wanted to put their hands in and pull the child out.

Erin's mouth was stuffed with the handkerchief again, and she grasped the drawstring tightly with both hands, trying her best again.

She believed that her child would be born safely.

However, when Irene burst out the last bit of strength in her body, Irene rolled her eyes and fainted.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Now everyone in the room was even more panicked.

If the child didn't come out, he might be suffocated inside, but the empress fainted at this moment.

Then an older Wen woman panicked and walked out without even wiping the blood on her hands. As soon as she went out, an anxious Mu Jin immediately walked up: "How is it? What happened to the queen and the child?" Are you ready?"

Po Wen immediately knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, the empress has fainted. If the child cannot be born, I'm afraid..."

Upon hearing this, Mu Jin clenched her hands tightly behind her back, making a crunching sound as bones collided.

In an instant, the already freezing weather became even more chilling.

"Your Majesty, please make up your mind quickly, whether to protect the adult or the child..." She had asked this question countless times in her many years of midwifery. Although she was anxious every time, she had never been as frightened as this one. of.

how come? When Mu Jin heard the news, his mind went blank. How could this happen?

Wei Yuanwei told him softly that they would have a daughter, and he had even thought of a name for his daughter.

He even identified the murals carved in the tombs where they would be laid to rest a hundred years later.

But why? Why does this happen?

"Your Majesty, please make a decision quickly. If you can save one life now, it's worth it. If you waste time, I'm afraid both lives will be lost..." Seeing that Mu Jin didn't respond for a long time, Po Wen risked her death again. asked.

Now Mu Jin's head is in a mess. He wants both, but now he can only have one choice.

Then Mu Jin turned to Xuanli beside him and said, "Bring Ning Zheyan here."

In the "dream", Wei Yuanwei had difficulty giving birth due to poisoning. In the end, Ning Zheyan sacrificed herself to ensure that both Wei Yuanxiang and the child were safe.

And this time Wei Yuanwei had another difficult delivery. Regardless of whether Ning Zheyan could help Wei Yuanwei this time, Mu Jin had to give it a try.

Soon, Xuanli brought Ning Zheyan, which took only a few dozen seconds.

But to Mu Jin, these few dozen seconds still felt like a century.

"Although Zheyan is good at making and detoxifying poisons, he is really not good at curing diseases and saving people." As soon as Ning Zheyan came, he smelled the smell of blood. Even when Xuanli came to him, he brought him over directly and did not He told Ning Zheyan what happened, but Ning Zheyan understood it immediately.

"Your blood still has the medicinal effect of Snow Pill." Mu Jin directly pulled out a dagger, and a palace servant over there brought an empty bowl.

Ning Zheyan looked at Mu Jin like this and smiled.

"What Zheyan lacks most in his life is blood, and you actually want Zheyan's blood this time." Ning Zheyan looked at the empty bowl, his narrow eyes filled with deep thought, and then he quickly said: "But, look, Since you found this snow pill for me, Zheyan will give you a bowl of blood, and we will not owe each other anything from now on."

As he spoke, Ning Zheyan had already rolled up his sleeves and clenched his fists, exposing the dark blood vessels under his skin.

Mu Jin took a deep look at Ning Zheyan, and all her words were reflected in that look.

Holding the dagger tightly, she made a cut on Ning Zheyan's fair and tender skin, and bright red blood immediately poured out of her veins.

Po Wen carefully took the bowl of blood and carried it in.

Ning Zheyan was given a bowl of blood. In just a moment, he became extremely pale, and his whole body became very haggard. He even stood a little unsteady, as if he could fall down if the wind blew.